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babysimonSo the weekend was cool enough - I would have been happier if I hadn't been
composed of 65% snot but still. So I went into work this morning; the cold
had improved but not gone by a long way. After trying to talk to one of my
cow-orkers but only making monosyllabic grunting noises while swaying on my feet
and sweating profusely he suggested that I might want to go home and chill. This
seemed fair enough, except that today was meant to be kick-off day for my pet
project (FOAM). Alistair also suggested that the world might not end if it
started tomorrow.
So eventually, I went home and collapsed onto the sofa. And have been here ever since. But I've spent quite a lot of today feeling guilty about not being at work. Am I actually ill enough? How ill is ill enough to stay at home? I think my threshold must be higher than some other people's.
Other observations:
So eventually, I went home and collapsed onto the sofa. And have been here ever since. But I've spent quite a lot of today feeling guilty about not being at work. Am I actually ill enough? How ill is ill enough to stay at home? I think my threshold must be higher than some other people's.
Other observations:
- Daytime TV has not improved since I was last off sick.
- Australian pervery has not yet arrived.
- There are lots of really stupid adverts on TV now - including one for Tucker the Robot Digger. Face even looks like Tucker's.
- I'm bored.
